Sunday, 14 January 2018

Love Time Five by Lily G Blunt


Title: Love Times Five
Author: Lily G. Blunt
Cover Art: Jay Aheer at Simply Defined Art
Release Date: January 19, 2018
Genre/s:  paranormal, gay romance, contemporary, polyamory
Length: 77, 000 words
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Blurb

There’s safety in numbers and plenty of love to go around.

When Colin searches for his missing colleague and buddy in the hills of northern England, his life is changed forever. Not only does he find Shaun living in a cabin with the mysterious and undeniably gorgeous Zach, but he also discovers the reason Shaun went AWOL in the first place. Colin wants to draw his friend away to safety, but Zach soon mesmerises him, and he’s happy to stay in his company, for now.

Passing hikers, Wes and Dane, need some assistance, and the three men are willing to oblige. Thus begins a friendship that develops into much more.

The five men each have their own secrets. Some are shared, others are kept hidden. It’s only a matter of time before they are exposed and the consequences could change everything for them all.

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Excerpt - From Chapter One
The wooden cabin situated across the sloping meadow was a decent-sized dwelling, with two curtained windows on either side of the door. A covered porch stretched across the front with two old-fashioned rocking chairs and a new SUV was parked to the side.

Movement on the grass in front of the cabin confirmed the place was indeed inhabited. Colin halted in his tracks at the edge of the tree line, his breath on hold, wary of making his presence known. He squinted to get a better view of the two men walking close together. One was sleek and elegant, dressed in dark clothing. He towered over the other smaller, more familiar, figure in a sky-blue T-shirt.

Shaun?

Even from that distance, there was something recognisable about the upward lift of the chin of the shorter man; the way he held his body and the way the breeze ruffled his dark hair.

Yes, thank God. That’s got to be Shaun.

Colin snuck behind the nearest tree and peered from around the trunk, not wanting to be seen nor to interrupt them. Not yet anyway. Perhaps he wouldn’t need to make himself known. If he was mistaken and it wasn’t Shaun after all, he could slink away and return home without disturbing them. If it was him, Colin wanted answers. He wouldn’t be able to leave without finding out what the hell Shaun was doing here. With this stranger.

The stranger placed his hands on Shaun’s biceps and leaned in closer. He raised an arm, gripped Shaun’s jaw and pushed him backward.

Colin’s stomach clenched.

If he hurts Shaun… Colin patted his penknife, a comforting weight where it nestled in his trouser pocket. He’d lost count of the number of times just carrying the knife had given him the confidence to stand up to thugs who thought it was okay to call him out on his sexuality. Colin was proud he could hit most targets with it and had his father to thank for his accurate throwing skills. He was proficient enough to frighten this guy.

The cabin stood on the far side of a wild grassy expanse leading down to a small lake beyond. It was a picturesque setting with early spring flowers peeking through here and there. The sun glinted off the dark surface of the lake, and a rowing boat lay overturned at the water’s edge. Normally, Colin would have taken shot after shot with his phone to capture the charming view. But not today. This was not a sightseeing trip. It might even be a matter of life or death. For Shaun, for himself, maybe for them both considering how the taller guy unsettled Colin. If Shaun was being held captive, it would be up to Colin to rescue him.

A pained groan filled the quiet of the meadow; louder than the songbirds and the insects humming in the air.

Colin shuddered all over. His skin prickled with the fear rippling through him.

He slowly eased the penknife from his trouser pocket. The handle felt cool in his sweaty palm. Running his thumb over the edge of its sheathed blade, he itched to flick it open. It would take a second to expose the knife and throw it. If only he were a little closer, he’d be sure of hitting his target spot on. He’d need to be accurate if he wanted to rescue his buddy from his captor.

Colin held back a growl. He’d do everything in his power to help Shaun. His body was strong and muscled—too big, Colin worried sometimes. Shaun was slender and wouldn’t stand a chance against this imposing man.

The man steered Shaun towards the large stump of a felled tree, and pinned him onto his back. Shaun didn't struggle or fight, only crying out when the man lunged towards him.

What the… are they kissing and making out?

The powerful man nuzzled on top of Shaun: licking, nipping, and sucking on his neck. Submitting and not resisting, Shaun allowed the man to take what he needed. A sludge of sickness rolled through Colin’s gut, making him want to puke, like it often did whenever Shaun hooked up with another guy.

Swallowing the bitter-tasting bile, Colin crept over the ground to the adjacent tree, placing his feet gently, trying to make himself light, so as not to disturb the entwined couple. A twig snapped beneath his cumbersome weight and he froze.

The two men remained engrossed in each other. Neither of them glanced his way. Sweat trickled down Colin’s back. His skin burned. He wiped the moisture from his brow and stepped closer, gripping the knife so hard his knuckles cracked.

What the hell is he doing to Shaun’s neck?

A chill ran over Colin’s damp skin. Shaun had mentioned a possessive date who’d bitten him at a nightclub a week or so before he’d disappeared. In fact, it was after that encounter Shaun had started acting out of character. Colin had been worried enough to persuade him to get the bite checked out by his doctor, in case it got infected. Could this be the same sick fuck who was currently grinding his hips against Shaun, trying to get himself off as he latched onto his neck?

Colin’s heart thudded, his blood heating with a mix of anger and jealousy. He mustered all his strength, and his nostrils flared when his next breath filled his lungs.

He strode towards the rutting couple, but Shaun’s groans of arousal slowed Colin’s pace.

“Yes, Zach, that feels good.” Shaun’s passion-filled voice drifted across the meadow.

Was his friend in any real danger? Had he been drugged and was being held against his will? It didn’t seem like it. Fuck, what should he do? Goddamn Shaun, he’d worried the hell out of Colin, and here he was having some sort of debauched make-out session with this creep while Colin had been traipsing the hillsides looking for him.

Colin gritted his teeth. Whatever had happened to Shaun, he needed to find out what the hell was going on. He continued his steady approach.

Surely these guys must know he was standing not ten feet away from them by now, but Shaun’s eyes remained closed, his lips parted, a look of ecstasy on his face. The guy on top sucked on his neck like there was no tomorrow. He’d have a massive hickey later, and Shaun didn’t seem bothered by it.

Colin’s dick twitched, and he huffed at its traitorous response. How many times had he witnessed other lithe young men rubbing against Shaun like this in clubs and he’d wanted to take their place? And he would have too, if he’d thought for a second he was the kind of guy Shaun wanted.

Right now, Colin should haul this leech off Shaun and drag his friend back home, back to work, back to where he belonged.

And still the guy feasted on his neck, sucking and lapping as if his life depended on it. And Shaun was getting off from that. His erotic purrs and moans captivated Colin. Damn it, his dick hadn’t been this hard in weeks. Why couldn’t someone… Shaun… suck on him like that?

Shaun’s eyes fluttered open, and on catching sight of Colin, widened.

“Stop, Zach,” he said, pushing him away.

Had they not heard his approach?

His neck-sucking friend—Zach—turned leisurely.  He raised an eyebrow in challenge, wiped a trickle of blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, and stared with a self-satisfied smirk at Colin. Had he known Colin was standing there all this time?

Cocky bugger. Granted, he was a good-looking cocky bugger. Lean torso and long legs, with smooth, pale skin, yet his eyes were dark and mesmerising. His features appeared almost sculpted, his nose was perfect, and his clean-shaven square jaw made him so very handsome.

Don’t get distracted. He’s dangerous.

Shaun rose to a sitting position on the tree stump. Blood trickled from two round marks on his neck. He raised a hand and covered the injury.

Colin blinked. Zach had bitten into Shaun’s neck and hurt him. The reality slammed into Colin. He shook his head, trying to clear away a fuzzy feeling, and flicked open his knife.  He held it poised, ready to throw. He still wasn’t sure if this was consensual or if Zach was a nutter who’d done something to overpower Shaun.

“Step away from him,” Colin ordered, making his voice deep and commanding, his arm steady with the knife. “I’m taking Shaun home with me.”

Zach shook his head slowly, but he stayed put. Shaun rose to his feet, his eyes fixed on Colin. He held his hands out in a calm down and take it easy posture.

“I mean it, sunshine. One sudden move and I’ll throw this blade at you. I’ll make you bleed.” And Colin meant every word. He was prepared to take this guy out to rescue his friend.

“Hey, Col. You’ve got it all wrong. He wasn’t hurting me.” Shaun took a step closer to Zach instead of Colin.

And that action hurt Colin more than a solid punch in the gut.

“Yeah, Col. Listen to him.” God, Zach was smooth, with a sexy drawl of a voice. His dark, imposing gaze shifted between the knife and Colin’s eyes. And still his body language screamed be wary of me. He couldn’t be trusted. He was going to pounce any second, Colin just knew it.

With a flick of his wrist, Colin tilted the knife, and before he could sound off another warning, it was Shaun who leaped forward, snarling. His clothing shredded and scattered into the air and, out of the blur of movement, before him stood a pale grey wolf baring its teeth.



About the Author
Lily G. Blunt enjoys writing contemporary gay romance and paranormal stories. She loves to explore the relationship between two or more men and the intensity of their physical and emotional attraction. Angst often features in her stories as she feels this demonstrates the depth of feelings between them. Lily is often inspired by the lyrics to songs and is forever writing imaginary scenes and plots in her head. Only a few of these ever make their way to the page.

Lily reviews for several blogs and has recently launched Gay Book Promotions, an online book promotion service for authors of LGBT+ romance and fiction. She loves to hear from readers and other authors.
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Saturday, 13 January 2018

Not All Chocolate and Cuckoo Clocks by Rebecca Cohen


Not All Chocolate and Cuckoo Clocks by Rebecca Cohen



Blurb: Neither of them wants to fall in love, but getting exactly what they don’t want might be the best thing to ever happen to them.

Mark hopes his boredom with his current job will be alleviated by a short stint in Basel, Switzerland. When he meets Steffen, who struck out on his own from an old-money family to establish an IT firm, Mark expects some fun, great sex, and a clean break when his job is done. The arrangement is perfect for Steffen, who has been content with casual after a betrayal—and has a taste for British men after attending university in the UK. But as they explore the city’s rich history and traditions, Mark begins to see Steffen as much more than a tour guide with benefits. If he isn’t careful, the trip meant to break the lull in his career might end up breaking his heart instead….

World of Love: Stories of romance that span every corner of the globe.

Teaser: His phone buzzed in his pocket, alerting him to a new text. Dumping his meager supplies on the counter in the kitchenette, he fished out his phone. He didn’t recognize the number but tapped the screen and opened the message.
I realized I had not given you my number, so it took me some time to acquire yours. I hope you have not changed your mind.
Steffen. A rush of desire flooded him, and Mark grinned as he reread the message. For someone so busy at work, and supposedly able to easily dismiss any concern if Mark were to change his mind, Steffen had gone to a lot of trouble to track down his number. A little teasing was the order of the day.
Who is this?
The reply came in seconds:
Maybe it is I who should reconsider if you have so many offers to fuck you that you do not know who this is.
Aw, Steffen, don’t you like competition?

Be at mine tomorrow for 8pm—I will make you forget that there could be competition to rival my skills. If you are lucky, you might remember your own name. St Alban Rheinweg, 155
Mark was hard at the thought. Fuck. He couldn’t believe he wanted Steffen so badly. Only a few days ago he hadn’t even met the guy, but now he had the feeling he’d be the one begging.
I suppose I can clear my busy diary. You promised to feed me too.
That I did. Until tomorrow. S.


Bio and Links:
Rebecca Cohen is a Brit abroad. Having swapped the Thames for the Rhine, she has left London behind and now lives with her husband and baby son in Basel, Switzerland. She can often be found with a pen in one hand and a cup of Darjeeling in the other.

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Friday, 12 January 2018

Life and Writing Plans

I've been away from the laptop for the past couple of days as I drove my son back to university. It was the first time I've had a chance to look at his campus and his room. It was a great time away, but I can't deny it was hard to leave him behind. I went back to the hotel for a stiff G&T and a bit of a sniffle. After a lovely lunch at Sue Laybourn's (excellent editor at nostoneunturned.editing@gmail.com), I drove home today to cuddle my dog, and commiserate with my cold-ridden daughter.

It's interesting being on a university campus again. I can't deny as I wandered around, I feel a pang of regret for not having that experience post school. My theology degree was hard-won but fitted in around family, writing, and a job. The thought of just being able to study full-time without any distractions would be heaven.

This weekend, I need to focus on writing. My son is away and my daughter is out. I'm going to plan a book and write until my fingers drop off. Actually, I shall break out my Dragon speech-to-text. My fingers hurt too much these days. Old age is creeping in.

I need to write 3 books. The final part of Angel Enterprises, the second Cowboys and Angels, and the third in J.T's Bar series. I need to put my head down and be a focused Sue. Wish me luck.






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Wednesday, 10 January 2018

Sue's Life

Faith wearing her Marvel T-shirt post surgery last year.
I'm hoping with every finger and toe crossed that 2018 isn't going to turn into another 2017. We've just discovered that our remaining Staffy Mix, Faith, has another tumour on her leg. The good news is that it's tiny, probably low-grade, and easily removed, unlike the last one. Another operation it is, booked for next Monday. We're praying for the good news, because once dogs get one, they are prone to get more. With all respect #fuckcancer

Last night, I ran the monthly writers group. We did a couple of exercises. One was good fun. We came up with ten random words and made a story from that. The other exercise was much harder. A short story using different words for the same colour. I used grey and quickly regretted it. It made for a very gloomy story! I also gave everyone some beat sheets for writing a novel. If you want more information, I sent them in the direction of Jami Gold's Worksheets for Writers. It's such a good resource site.

Sadly, we had to be sitting near a group of teenage lads (first year of uni judging from their LOUD conversation). I don't mind swearing, but when every other word is an expletive, and mainly concerning female anatomy, it is very wearing.

I'm driving my son back to uni tomorrow so I'm venturing into the wilds of Wales. Well, Swansea. It's my first chance to look at his campus and room. It's a long drive so I'm staying at a nearby hotel overnight, then I'm away home, via lunch at Sue Laybourn (SA Meade) (amazing editor and author). Sue's kindly edited the first three chapters of an M/F for me, and I'm relieved to say she was very complimentary, as well as giving me some good ideas to make it better. She can be contacted here for editing services, nostoneunturned.editing@gmail.com.

I can't remember if I mentioned I have a new series coming out with Dreamspinner. The series title is Cowboys and Angels, and the first book is called Speed-Dating the Boss, due out mid-year(ish). The second one is Dating the Lionman.

Just a reminder The Clumsy Santa is reduced to 99c this month for a little post Christmas cheer.



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Tuesday, 9 January 2018

Iridescent by Meyari McFarland

Iridescent by Meyari McFarland


Buylinks here: books2read

The rainbow has infinite shades, just as this collection covers the spectrum of fictional possibilities.

From contemporary romances like The Shores of Twilight Bay to dark fantasy like A Lone Red Tree and out to SF futures in Child of Spring, Shades of the Rainbow covers the gamut of time, space and genre.

Meyari McFarland shows her mastery in this first omnibus collection of her short fiction.

Includes:

Orange Thief
Fairy Dragon Blues
Stolen Away
Moon of the Sea
Valkyrie
A Lone Red Tree
Darkness Rises
Bottling the Cold, Hard Heart
Cupboard Full of Seeds
Child of Spring
Tea and Knives
Day of Joy
Dragon Rider's Song
Gossamer Threads
Saving Imani
Specialist Class Three
Memories of Fire
Fight Smarter
The Heat of the Thorn
The Crimson Vest
One Moment of Change
Threads of Birthing
The Shadow of Time's Courage
Anniversary
The Shores of Twilight Bay

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Monday, 8 January 2018

Beyond the Tunnel by Daniel Mitton


Beyond the Tunnel by Daniel Mitton



Buylinks: PublisherAmazon: Barnes and Noble

Blurb: Adam Stephens is a man with a mission. It has been three years since they chopped that malignant brain tumor out of his head, and he is off on a solo motorcycle camping trip through the Appalachian Mountains.

When he rides into the Pine Mountain Tunnel in North Carolina and rides out into another realm—a realm that comes complete with a big sexy grizzly bear shifter, mages, and an evil sorcerer—he isn’t sure he isn’t lying in the tunnel after crashing his bike. Can such a world exist? Or is he dreaming? If he is dreaming…it sure is realistic.

Along the way, there will be some major hurdles to surpass including no indoor plumbing…and no coffee. A man needs some basic luxuries, correct?

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Sunday, 7 January 2018

Lonesome Theta by Rachel Ravenheart


Lonesome Theta by Rachel Ravenheart



Buylink: Amazon

Blurb: Alex has been chosen to form alliances with other packs in the region, and to find his fated mate. On this journey, he will meet prejudice, jealousy and corruption. His own mother disowns him for being gay. And there are those who still want his gay Alpha's dead. Will he find the temerity to confront the all powerful Alpha's of these other packs? Will he find his fated mate?

Excerpt:

At lunch Alpha Mike sauntered over to where I sat alone at a table on the far side of the room. He stood before me, legs astride, his hands folded over his chest. Imposing. He waited for me to swallow a mouthful of greens.

“Are you settled in, Alex?”

“Yes, thank you. Your daughter is a very good hostess and it was good getting to know her.”

“Have you met your mate yet?”

“No, but I’m hoping to meet the right one on this journey.”

He took a seat opposite me and watched as I ate.

“I think you and Catherine would make a perfect match. I know she likes you.”

I dabbed my mouth with the white napkin. “Catherine seems like a great girl, but she’s not my fated mate. I won’t dishonor the process by mating with someone else.”

“What if I told you that I won’t agree to this alliance with your pack if you don’t mate with Catherine?”

“Then I’d have to say that it was good to meet you and I will be on my way.”

He stared at me as though he couldn’t believe I could pass up the opportunity to be an Alpha. “You don’t want the chance to improve your status?”

“If my mate happens to be an Alpha then that will be fine with me, but I’m not gonna mate with someone just to become an Alpha,” I shrugged.

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